Time is certainly a flat circle

You can never escape it. It is a carousel that sounds round and round only giving you so many changes in scenery until you come full circle again. Life is repition. It is, at times, a single frame on repeat.

It's one of those weird things

Out and about when I hear some Matson Jones. Haven't heard that since reading late night in my bunk bed at my mom's house. This was at dinner. We end up meeting some friends downtown and who's bumping through the speakers, fucking Lorn. Just jams for days. I wonder though if these bands have always played in the wild and I'm just noticing or I happen to be influenced by the same influencers

And the world spoke

Unto him the world spoke. Not in words but in gestures. Gestures of good faith and bad. In riddles and in plain threats.  It used not words but actions. It hurt him, struck him with arrows made of tragedy, cared for him with gestures of good will and tempted him lusty objects. Now, with death upon him like a blanket, he wondered. What was it all for? The suffering, the anguish, the joy, the love? Why have any of it? Why waste the energy on creating something he couldn't have? With what he had let left he said goodbye. Goodbye to it all. Goodbye to the ones he loved and hated. Goodbye to the things he wanted and had. Goodbye to his torments and to his lovers. There are more world's than these he thought. BB

Taking his own life was out of the question but moving it wasn't. To lift the roots that have spread so deep would be work and toil but not without reward. Across the sea she waited. A beacon that pulled him to safety or ruin. It mattered not but the call was great. Alone he paddled into the night. The moon his only company, his thoughts a passenger left behind on a lonely beach.

Spooked the shit out myself last night

Tried to comprehend dying. Tried to imagine being a state where i can't i.agine anything, where the mind is literally dead. The inifinite scared the shit out of me in the hour before sleep so i ended up reading. Itonically i was reading a book that deals with the after life in the particular pages i was on.

John dies at the end

Will review once i finish reading